Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
And then he enters.
It’s slow. Agonizingly slow, and it feels full.
So damn full, I think I’ll burst.
Oh fuck. I feel my ass stretching, accommodating, greedily sucking him in.
“Relax,” he strains, his tone rough, his muscles taut. “I barely managed to get the tip in and you’re tightening up. Do you want to break my cock?”
Oh fuck.
Oh shit.
That was only the tip?
I’m sweating profusely, my fingers clawing at his lean waist for leverage, but I don’t think I can do it.
“Relax your ass for me.” He kneads the cheek, then slaps it. “You’ve taken my cock in your cunt; you can take it here as well.”
My pussy clenches and I moan, then go still.
“You like it when I spank your little ass?” Slap. “That’s it. You’re doing so well. Good girl.”
My throat closes up and my heart swells at his words.
I’m so turned on, I barely feel him thrusting in a bit more. It hurts. Yes, there’s pressure and stretching and a sting of pain, but I like it.
The best sex has always been a mixture of pain and pleasure for me. A combination only Kane does this well. There’s always enough of both to keep me on my toes. Enough to make me wet and expectant.
Thrilled.
Enamored.
So I relax for him, wiggling my hips and letting him slide farther in.
“Fuck.” His biceps bulge, his fingers sinking into my stomach, grounding me in place. “You’re taking my cock so well, wildflower. You’re stretching to swallow me deeper and deeper.”
I moan, stroking his sides, staring at him through my blurry vision.
Kane doesn’t break eye contact as he starts moving inside me, his cock sliding gently in my tight channel. There’s nothing of his usual brutality. No slamming. No fucking like he hates me.
And that makes me wetter, my wiggling more frantic, my heart soaring so high, I think I’ll never come down. So I roll my hips and meet his every thrust with renewed frenzy.
“Slow down.” He slaps my ass cheek again, the sting making me a puddle. “You’ll hurt yourself on my cock.”
“Fuck me like usual,” I gasp on a moan, still wiggling against him.
“I won’t fuck your ass like I fucked your cunt the first time.” Slap. “Stop moving.”
My limbs go still at the command, and I see it then.
The look in his lust-filled, enlarged pupils.
He doesn’t want to hurt me. He didn’t care the first time in that tunnel, but now, he does.
Now, he moves slowly, going deeper but unhurriedly.
He’s keeping himself in check, under control, the veins in his neck throbbing with tension, his hair damp. A droplet of sweat falls on my nose and he grunts.
But he doesn’t ram into me.
Doesn’t slam harder.
Instead, he watches for my body’s signals, and only when I relax, only when I accommodate him, he picks up his pace.
Gradually.
Slowly.
Treating me like a treasured flower instead of the wildflower he’s always called me.
Damn it.
I think I’m falling in love with him harder than I ever thought possible.
A zap of pleasure slashes through me, and my head becomes foggy.
My hips roll, matching his rhythm, going gently, so gently, and tears slide down my cheeks.
Kane leans forward, darts his tongue out, and licks those tears, swallowing them, leaving a warm stickiness on my cheeks.
“Why are you crying?” he grunts. “Does it hurt?”
“No. It feels so good. It’s the tears that turn you on.”
He chuckles against my mouth, his teeth grazing the corner of my lips before he sucks them into his mouth.
Kane kisses me as deeply as he fucks me, but it’s at a leisurely pace, taking his time to nibble on my lips, play with my tongue.
And when his hand that’s around my waist reaches down to my clit, I’m a goner. I can’t last long.
Not when he fucks me as if his body is telling me things. Things I don’t understand but still fall for anyway.
Maybe it’s also his form of goodbye.
Or maybe, just maybe, he’s ruining me for other men.
Because no one can touch me like he does.
Kiss me like he does.
Make me feel safe like he does.
I moan in his mouth as the orgasm rips through me, lighting me on fire.
My arms wrap around his neck, my nails clawing at his back at those scars, wanting them gone, but also loving him more because of them.
Because he survived them.
This man killed two men before my eyes not too long ago. One of them his father.
And I still shatter in his arms like I never have with anyone.
Kane’s rhythm picks up, thrusting at a commanding pace. Maybe it’s because I’m still hazy from the orgasm, but it doesn’t hurt.
Yes, I feel full.
So full, I think he’ll burst out of my stomach, but it’s the good kind of fullness.
I hold on to him tighter, hugging him to me as he buries his head in the crook of my neck, and then warmth fills my ass.